krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Biography of krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Grey bearded and grey headed
Ever focusing on life through bifocals
Gliding into the youth of old age
Close to a fifty you might say
I write to douse an inner rage
And judge it well as you may
But I’ll write as one who will never age
Of mountains or mole hills on the page
Other other trivialities that occur every day
Some of sense and more of non sense
Mine is not to question whence
But put pencil on paper and dispense
Words and rhymes in their true essence
Such is my tale very briefly told
And now as I feel I’m getting old
Hope to improve on these and hold
My graying grey cells in logic's fold......

I passed out with a diploma in Mech Engg in the year 1984 from govt polytechnic kottayam. I did not have the IQ or EQ (intellectual and emotional) to become a full fledged engineer but enjoyed life in those hallowed corridors with politics, polytricks, love and its absence and of course with the sweat and grime of metal work in the machine shop along with the rigors of stresses and strains of applied mechanics etc....

krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems

A Cyber Potato's Life
When my time is up and gone
And I’m no longer on face book
Or no longer on the twitter page
Do not cry for me, please.......

Those dusty book shelves of childhood...
Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat

Paint your day as you will.....
Each day God gives us a fresh canvass white
On it we have the freedom to paint it right
With either warm colours of compassion true
Or in cold dark shades of grey or of sepia hue

Never Again, Please..Never Again
Hiroshima happened, Nagasaki happened
No lessons were learnt, no one remembers
How very beautiful crystal clear mornings
Of singing birds, rosy cheeked schoolkids

Lord Yama And The Tippler..........
That evening the sky was painted extreme red
The prelude to my exit as prophesied
So I set my wine glasses and sat on my bed
Then raised a peg to toast my hour of need

Master blaster - Sachin Tendulkar
Why do galleries often roar
When the master blaster comes to bat?
Why do hairs stand end on end
At every ball he so gallantly whacks?

When The Sun Sets On Me
Do not cry or say good bye
As I disappear with the evening shades
To some promised land to bide

Dear Mother......
From that lap you once so heartlessly cast me
Oh mother to those turbulent waters of fate
In a velvet basket sans a mothers warmth
Or that primordial taste of her breast soft

When He Finally Set Sail
From the shores of intense suffering
After being tossed about days and nights
Like a boat tethered to the shores of grief

The dam and the damned
Some saw undulating hills of bliss
And a stream and a waterfall
They that saw them were lovers and poets
But of no no future consequence at all

Love Frozen In Time....
On a heavily smudged and slow fading image
Of a grey moth eaten college magazine page
She still stands so frozen in time
The one I once wanted to be mine

A poets funeral
26/10/10 a poets funeral
On a very humid Tuesday morning
A cavalcade of cars slowly move by

Jack and Jill - 21st Century ballad
Jack and Jill went up the rugged hill
As all young and daring couples do
Having made oaths and promises
To go up there to fetch pails of water